Gusset
I may have a new preferred sock heel. After finally having mastered the short-row heel with a minimum of tiny holes, I decided to try the toe-up gusset heel. I'd avoided the gusset because I suck sweaty goat balls at picking up stitches, hence I avoid it, deepening the sweaty-goat-ball cycle. But this heel - no stitches to pick up! No wrapping and forgetting to pick up said wraps! This heel is so idiot-proof I didn't even have to keep track of what row I was on. Pattern here.
It's probably hard to see the detail because the yarn is so dark (who me? in black?) but believe me: it rocks.
In other news, I have no idea how I'm going to finish by June as I've been working my sweet ass off and still don't seem to be getting everything I want to done, all the while losing my grip on sanity. I require an awful lot of downtime in order to suppress my homicidal urges. I'm going to San Diego for SFN and then the JC and I are going up to San Francisco in a brief vacation that was planned before this crazy committee mess. And my dad came down, and they met. Then his dad came down and we met. Except that my dad had told me a few weeks in advance that he was coming and his dad called from an hour outside Philly without any warning. In my family, we'd refer to that as a "nervous breakdown" but apparently in theirs it is normal vacation behavior to just cross international boundaries on a whim. And I've been spending all my spare non-science non-bellydance time on Ravelry still. To the detriment of getting actual knitting accomplished. Mmm, yarn porn!
It's probably hard to see the detail because the yarn is so dark (who me? in black?) but believe me: it rocks.
In other news, I have no idea how I'm going to finish by June as I've been working my sweet ass off and still don't seem to be getting everything I want to done, all the while losing my grip on sanity. I require an awful lot of downtime in order to suppress my homicidal urges. I'm going to San Diego for SFN and then the JC and I are going up to San Francisco in a brief vacation that was planned before this crazy committee mess. And my dad came down, and they met. Then his dad came down and we met. Except that my dad had told me a few weeks in advance that he was coming and his dad called from an hour outside Philly without any warning. In my family, we'd refer to that as a "nervous breakdown" but apparently in theirs it is normal vacation behavior to just cross international boundaries on a whim. And I've been spending all my spare non-science non-bellydance time on Ravelry still. To the detriment of getting actual knitting accomplished. Mmm, yarn porn!
